Murphy is a Jerk!!!

You know that whole Murphy's Law thing?

I ought to slug ol' Murphy right in the kisser.

Everyone, meet Keno. My 20some odd "kid broke gen-au-wine pure breed palomino pony". In all actuality, he's a 20something champagne colored gaited mutt with the attitude and energy level of a 2 year old colt. He's in better weight now, and on better (and hotter) feed so he magically perked up. Imagine that. I would have a newer, better pic of him, but good ol' Murphy decided to trip me and let me fall in a pile of recycled hay (if ya know what I mean).

He started out okay. We found out that our "kid-broke" old man is actually a spunky little feller who's barn sour as hell but steady. He rides great (when you're not having a conversation about how the barn isn't on the road map) and he's really a great smooth little guy. So, we figured for my husband's last off cycle that we'd go for a ride. Then.. Murphy. I REALLY HATE him.

The first day (he's off for 4) was 4th of July, so naturally we went to the city fireworks show and then planned to pop some of our own. But, the show was delayed an hour and a half (try explaining THAT to a 3 yer old) and when we finally got back home.. it was raining. Yep. Stoopid Murphy.

Day 2 started off with a thunderstorm. Then we purchased shots and wormer for the horses (and forgot to give them), a trim for the palomino founder mare (who is still lame from angle changes), moved some fences for grazing, a trip to the store, and a movie. Then.. another thunderstorm. Because, when it finally cools off enough to ride, it rains. Curse you Murphy.

Day 3 started off with a trip to the registration office (to take care of that expired registration from the whirlwind trip). Then the Library where we caught the tail end of an Andy Mason concert, and lunch. By then it was 3000 degrees outside so everyone took a nap and I read my new book. I highly recommend it. (Thanks chat buddies!!). So, it cooled off and we went outside to find.... a lame horse. YAY. Keno is lame! And his eyes are swollen but we can't figure out WHY. There is no heat in the leg, his hooves (although a bit thrushy) are okay, no fever, no wounds. His eyes are puffy for no good reason. He's also a bit tight in the gut but not really colicky. So, a nasty shot of mineral oil and no riding today. Getting kind of sick of Murphy.

Day 4, ANOTHER rainstorm. And... Keno coughs. And coughs. And.... well you get the picture. He has pus coming out of his eyes and he's still lame. So, we clean out the stalls and prepare to give him a good ole shot of penicillin and some stall rest away from his annoying yearling pasture mate. NO WAY JOSE. Keno is hell on wheels when you bring out that needle. So.. Hi Ho Hi Ho... off to the vet we go, where we drop him off because there are no available appointments for the next 2 days. Then, coming home we decide to trim my uncle's yearling. He's decided to turn him out in a 20 acre pasture knee deep in hay grazer with a herd of goats. You CAN'T catch this colt and he doesn't have a halter on if you happened to get next to him anyway. Scratch that. Home for another movie, another book and bed, worrying about my baby. $%($&%($&^#$(%&* Murphy.

So, Keno is home now. He's no longer lame but is still just a tad off. He has ALLERGIES!!! He's allergic to weeds and flies. Dirt lot pony here we come. F U MURPHY.

BTW,off topic, I Haz an Award! BUT.. how do I pick it up?